People have dragged themselves across continents since we first figured out how to argue over firewood—sometimes chasing food, sometimes fleeing tyrants, and sometimes just trying to breathe easier. Real migration—without company perks, relocation bonuses, or a cushy expat bubble—isn’t some Instagram adventure; it’s a full-frontal identity collapse. You ditch everything familiar, walk blind into the unknown, and hope the ground holds. Under that kind of pressure, people will grab at any excuse that buys them a sliver of safety or sympathy. It’s not manipulation—it’s survival. If you’ve never stepped out of your cultural cocoon, you’ll never grasp what that costs. And no, this isn’t a call to pack your bags. It’s just a reminder that humans have always made up stories to make unbearable transitions bearable.